The Real You (and how to cover it up)

And friend gave this book to me the day I turned 18. It was sort of a joke, but he still took the time to hi-light the really good bits. I have tried and tried to recycle it over the years and I just can't. The subtitle reads, "I made it! I'm on top!". Oh, haven't we all? Anyway. I'm in a particular good mood having accomplished something with only one go at it. More fabric from Superbuzzy. The last of the four types I ordered. It's the perfect accessory for the closet list maker or for covering small books of illicit content (ohhhh-ahhhh). There will be a bit of tweaking for next time, but I think I've found something I can happily reproduce in multiples. Oh for the love of my family and friends who will once again wallow away in handmade gifts this holiday season.

The weather is turning the best kind of fall, and I have high hopes for the coming months. Last year this time began the most recent Season of Our Discontent. I am staking my claim on joy this go 'round and it feels so good. Now if you'll excuse me, my partners in crime are in the other room blaming eachother for the stink in the air. It's a proud moment in this mama's life to hear her son make his first fart jokes.

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The Real You (and how to cover it up)

And friend gave this book to me the day I turned 18. It was sort of a joke, but he still took the time to hi-light the really good bits. I have tried and tried to recycle it over the years and I just can't. The subtitle reads, "I made it! I'm on top!". Oh, haven't we all? Anyway. I'm in a particular good mood having accomplished something with only one go at it. More fabric from Superbuzzy. The last of the four types I ordered. It's the perfect accessory for the closet list maker or for covering small books of illicit content (ohhhh-ahhhh). There will be a bit of tweaking for next time, but I think I've found something I can happily reproduce in multiples. Oh for the love of my family and friends who will once again wallow away in handmade gifts this holiday season.

The weather is turning the best kind of fall, and I have high hopes for the coming months. Last year this time began the most recent Season of Our Discontent. I am staking my claim on joy this go 'round and it feels so good. Now if you'll excuse me, my partners in crime are in the other room blaming eachother for the stink in the air. It's a proud moment in this mama's life to hear her son make his first fart jokes.